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[Aug. 29th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | Piskies - La La Love You | ] | Various things that annoy me:
- The squid
- When Justin makes annoying lists
- Terry Boot, since this being annoyed with Terry is obviously the new black
That said, and barely meant, I present you with this:
 That will be all. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2005|09:06 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | Wandonna - Like A Spell | ] | In addition to a stone tablet being dropped through my table this morning, I received my third leather catsuit. I give up. Why am I being sent catsuits? Who in their right mind is sending me catsuits?
Do I look like I need a catsuit?
Do I look like I want a catsuit? |
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|11:32 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | ? | ] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | Reserved Rodent - Auror Dan | ] | So Gregory, Yule Ball? |
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[Oct. 28th, 2004|09:50 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | possibly excited | ] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | not "Don't Cry For Me Argentina". | ] | So, Dennis Creevey gave me an early birthday present. Hopefully it's not rabies.
My birthday's this Saturday. I'm turning sixteen and I'd like to have a little party. Sunday would be nice to have it, I think. We can scrounge something together for then, can't we? It could even be Halloween themed, maybe with costumes? That might be nice.
This time, no scotch please. Or if scotch, then in small, mature quantities.
If the only way to get rid of Dennis Creevey makes Justin wail showtunes, then we can keep him. I think that he's better than another round of "Don't Cry For Me Argentina". |
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[Sep. 4th, 2004|03:07 am] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | Reserved Rodent - Common Room | ] | Ok.
I've seen many scaring things in my time.
I've seen the full moon. I've seen figures of authority in compromising photos.
I've seen Mrs. Weasley just hanging in the wind.
I have never seen anyone do that with a squid before.
Terry, I am rethinking the scotch. |
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| Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. |
[Aug. 22nd, 2004|07:24 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | my mind's eye. ow. ow. ow. | ] |
| [ | I'm hearin' |
| | Throbing. I can hear my blood in my eyes. Ears even. Ow. | ] | Boot.
Never any more scotch. Ever.
I don't remember how I got home last night. Perhaps I floo'ed, my clothing is covered in soot and rouge.
I am in need of new makeup, most of mine seems to be gone or ruined. At this current time, I'm quite glad that my ears are already pierced.
Or I would be quite glad if I could see straight. My head is killing me.
Oh Merlin. Mrs. Weasley.
I'm going back to bed. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2004|03:50 pm] |
| [ | I'm feelin' |
| | annoyed | ] | Ok, so no paper. I understand this. But. I got my letter on an aardvark.
Surely I could read into the fact that aardvarks are known for having large, odd noses and that my letter was on one. This was just a coincidence, right? Yes, yes, must've been.
Hello Hogwarts? I really don't want to write in this thing. I could be off doing other things like not writing in here. Maybe I should write some poetry to commemorate my feelings. Maybe I could care less?
Damn aardvarks. |
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